We arrived home. Imogen bounded into the front yard while I unstrapped Julius from his carseat.
Imogen, screaming from the front stoop: Oh my god, Mommy! Be careful!!!
Me: What? What? What's wrong!?!??
Imogen, in panicked voice: There's a dead fly on the sidewalk!!!
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